Zapicchi And Liller Quotes & Sayings

So, what it's like, Terry? Being a father."
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"It's like having a gun to your head all the time. Because I know if anything happens to her, anything, then my life is over. — Michael Connelly

Let's do what you fear most
That from which you recoil
But which still makes your eyes moist — Lou Reed

We're lonely down here," he said. "It's true. But we're not alone. — Lauren Groff

I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you. — Marvin Gaye

Being a wife and a mother is very gratifying, but it's not a creative expression and that's something I need to be happy. — Genie Francis

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching. — Emily Carr

The biggest hypocrites on gun control are those who live in upscale developments with armed security guards - and who want to keep other people from having guns to defend themselves. But what about lower-income people living in high-crime, inner city neighborhoods? Should such people be kept unarmed and helpless, so that limousine liberals can 'make a statement' by adding to the thousands of gun laws already on the books? — Thomas Sowell

Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters,
my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty,
sucking helium, and the most trust I've ever felt for anyone, including myself. — David Levithan

I've always been obsessed with things that are half animal and half human - like mermaids and Minotaurs - because they are trapped in an animal body. And I felt trapped in my own life. — Riccardo Tisci

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows. — Harriet Ann Jacobs

If I were to write the story of my life, I would shock the world. — Caterina Sforza

Lighter and lighter, until at last the sun touched the tops of the still trees, a poured the radiance over the hill. in the glow, the water of the chateau fountain seem to turn to blood, and the stone faces crimsond. the coral of the birds was loud and high, and, on the weather-beaten sill of the great window of the bed-chamber of monsieur the morquis, one little bird sang its sweetest song with all its might. at this,the nearest stone face seemed to stare amazed, and, with open mouthand dropped under-jaw, looked awe- stricken. — Charles Dickens

His jaw locked. "You don't know shit about me."
She put her hands at either side of his face and smiled with too much emotion. "You want to know what I think?"
For some reason, tension pulled at him. "Probably some idiotic romanticized nonsense." When her confidence didn't falter, he made a sound of disgust. "All right, go ahead and tell me."
"I think you're the one who doesn't know shit about you — Lori Foster

Megga couldn't sing, but she was mad to be kissed. She and Alla played a kissing game sometimes, she confessed, but it wasn't the same as kissing a man, much less a king. Sansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had. He'd come to her the night of the battle stinking of wine and blood. He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song. — George R R Martin

I've never loved spending time on the machines at the gym. But I have discovered an exercise regimen I can dedicate myself to: yoga. It's changed my body. — Judy Reyes